Unhealthy Diet of Overeating Junk Food

That junk you call yourself feeding me is not nourishing. It's no good for me. I can't grow on that stuff. It's not even tasty. Every now and then you used to serve up something delicious and remembering that has been tempting, but it has never been satisfying. It has always left me like people say Chinese food does them: I never got full. Sometimes it even made me sick to the point of feeling poisoned. I would have to stay away from you for long periods to get it out of my system. Then, like an addict I go right back to my love drug of choice: feasting on you. I finally subscribed to my own program to stop overeating.I know it's unhealthy for me. I can't imagine what is happening to your insides. It's really bad for the heart. You keep trying new dish after new dish, after new dish always thinking 'if you could find just one you like,' not even realizing that you can't be satisfied with just one because you have so many "tastes" in your system. You don't know which one was good for you. Even when you figure out more than one of the tastes you got was all you needed, you've already let good food rot. You didn't keep it hot, you let it sit around lukewarm until it got to room temperature and spoiled. Then you come back for it and wonder why it's bitter. Well, of course it's not going to taste the same. You nibble at it anyway because it looks the same on the outside, it hasn't really changed composition, yet by this time it knows it not your favorite dish by the way it keeps getting served. 
It's not that the meal is bad. It's not that it's unhealthy. It's nutritional, filling, and very good for you and conducive to your healthy growth. However, you've been spoiled by having a palette that isn't easy to please and when you decide you want a certain taste perhaps its already past its shelf life. You try putting it in a microwave with all that bad energy - it just comes out rubbery and you call it fake. You might put it over a fire and turn up the heat way too high trying to speed things up and when you overcook it you're mad that it's hard and tough. You can't even chew on it. So you leave it on the counter again knowing you're going to come back for it. If you only knew you could throw out the bad food and start all over with a new recipe and ingredients. But you're hardheaded. You don't listen. You want to do it your way. That's not how it works. Everything has instructions to follow, including being on a healthy diet.
I, myself, have changed my eating habits. I only use snacks for what they're for, and very sparingly. I keep them tucked way back in the pantry or cupboard in the dark where I can even see them so that I won't be inclined to reach for it. I'm feasting on what's good for me; food that will nourish, strengthen, and sustain me for the long haul, and tastes good, too. I'm not even into trying samples of new stuff without having done my research on it. I would love for you to start a new plan with me, but like all addicts, you have to detox when you're ready.
Like Tevin Campbell sang, I'm Ready...or LeVert, Baby, I'm Ready. Unfortunately for you, I'm serving a five course, gourmet meal that you probably can't even digest.

Dinner is served!

Icky Visage

So Nicky Minaj wants to support Rmoney for President, huh? Shaking my head at that poor child, the dumb porn star and countless other clueless beings he would love to put out of work because "they" are not his kind of people, but because they fall into a certain tax bracket or realm of idiocy, 'Repubican' is where they choose to stand??? God bless Americans, please...even those not born here.

Mustard Seed Faith Makes Dreams Come True

Obviously it was my destiny, but I had to claim it. 

I've been living in Southern California for over eight years now. Nine years ago about this time I had just visited LosAngeles, California for the first time ever. I felt so at home and literally dreamed I could live here one day. 

Guess what? Dreams come true. The dream became a real plan in only eight months. I dreamed of life surrounded by palm trees and a short drive from the beach a lot of my life, but it was only a dream. I dreamed of being an entertainer on stage in front of large crowds and on television. Now, I've done that, too. It doesn't matter that you don't know me or haven't seen me. It doesn't matter that I don't have a whopping amount of cash in the bank, drive a fancy car or live in a big home. That's not how I measure success and I'm still in the race. I am sustained. I don't have a car note. I am not homeless. I have promise. I have talent. I have an agent. I have faith. I have God! I'm not promised tomorrow so I'm making my proclamation today. I'm going to live it like it's my last - not by partying, having fun, or telling someone off who's wronged me - by giving my dreams what I've got, acknowledging that I'm living them and giving God the rest. I'm letting love and praise fill my heart, and positivity fill my mind.

I'm sorry this is so short, but my dreams await me.